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Enter ENOBARBUS and EROS
Enter ENOBARBUS and EROS

ENOBARBUS

How now, friend Eros!

ENOBARBUS

How now, friend Eros!

EROS

There’s strange news come, sir.

EROS

There’s strange news come, sir.

ENOBARBUS

What, man?

ENOBARBUS

What, man?

EROS

Caesar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey.

EROS

Caesar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey.

ENOBARBUS

5 This is old. What is the success?

ENOBARBUS

This is old. What is the success?

EROS

Caesar, having made use of him in the wars ’gainst Pompey, presently denied him rivality, would not let him partake in the glory of the action, and, not resting here, accuses him of letters he had formerly wrote to Pompey; upon his own appeal seizes him. So the poor third is up, till death enlarge his confine.

EROS

Caesar, having made use of him in the wars ’gainst Pompey, presently denied him rivality, would not let him partake in the glory of the action, and, not resting here, accuses him of letters he had formerly wrote to Pompey; upon his own appeal seizes him. So the poor third is up, till death enlarge his confine.

ENOBARBUS

Then, world, thou hast a pair of chaps, no more,
And throw between them all the food thou hast,
They’ll grind the one the other. Where’s Antony?

ENOBARBUS

Then, world, thou hast a pair of chaps, no more,
And throw between them all the food thou hast,
They’ll grind the one the other. Where’s Antony?

EROS

He’s walking in the garden—(imitating anger) thus, and spurns
The rush that lies before him; cries, “Fool Lepidus!”
And threats the throat of that his officer
That murdered Pompey.

EROS

He’s walking in the garden—(imitating anger) thus, and spurns
The rush that lies before him; cries, “Fool Lepidus!”
And threats the throat of that his officer
That murdered Pompey.

ENOBARBUS

 Our great navy’s rigged.

ENOBARBUS

 Our great navy’s rigged.

EROS

For Italy and Caesar. More, Domitius:
20 My lord desires you presently. My news
I might have told hereafter.

EROS

For Italy and Caesar. More, Domitius:
My lord desires you presently. My news
I might have told hereafter.

ENOBARBUS

’Twill be naught,
But let it be. Bring me to Antony.

ENOBARBUS

’Twill be naught,
But let it be. Bring me to Antony.

EROS

Come, sir.

EROS

Come, sir.
Exeunt Exeunt

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Enter ENOBARBUS and EROS
Enter ENOBARBUS and EROS

ENOBARBUS

How now, friend Eros!

ENOBARBUS

How now, friend Eros!

EROS

There’s strange news come, sir.

EROS

There’s strange news come, sir.

ENOBARBUS

What, man?

ENOBARBUS

What, man?

EROS

Caesar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey.

EROS

Caesar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey.

ENOBARBUS

5 This is old. What is the success?

ENOBARBUS

This is old. What is the success?

EROS

Caesar, having made use of him in the wars ’gainst Pompey, presently denied him rivality, would not let him partake in the glory of the action, and, not resting here, accuses him of letters he had formerly wrote to Pompey; upon his own appeal seizes him. So the poor third is up, till death enlarge his confine.

EROS

Caesar, having made use of him in the wars ’gainst Pompey, presently denied him rivality, would not let him partake in the glory of the action, and, not resting here, accuses him of letters he had formerly wrote to Pompey; upon his own appeal seizes him. So the poor third is up, till death enlarge his confine.

ENOBARBUS

Then, world, thou hast a pair of chaps, no more,
And throw between them all the food thou hast,
They’ll grind the one the other. Where’s Antony?

ENOBARBUS

Then, world, thou hast a pair of chaps, no more,
And throw between them all the food thou hast,
They’ll grind the one the other. Where’s Antony?

EROS

He’s walking in the garden—(imitating anger) thus, and spurns
The rush that lies before him; cries, “Fool Lepidus!”
And threats the throat of that his officer
That murdered Pompey.

EROS

He’s walking in the garden—(imitating anger) thus, and spurns
The rush that lies before him; cries, “Fool Lepidus!”
And threats the throat of that his officer
That murdered Pompey.

ENOBARBUS

 Our great navy’s rigged.

ENOBARBUS

 Our great navy’s rigged.

EROS

For Italy and Caesar. More, Domitius:
20 My lord desires you presently. My news
I might have told hereafter.

EROS

For Italy and Caesar. More, Domitius:
My lord desires you presently. My news
I might have told hereafter.

ENOBARBUS

’Twill be naught,
But let it be. Bring me to Antony.

ENOBARBUS

’Twill be naught,
But let it be. Bring me to Antony.

EROS

Come, sir.

EROS

Come, sir.
Exeunt Exeunt